New York

The relentless rhythm at which you run would’ve worn out the best timepieces that have been set spinning in your lifespan –
without a “yet,” you keep going.
Old isn’t even a word here – it’s just a well-used pair of shoes here.
The favorite ones you will never throw out —
toes comfortably stretched, leather polished to a shiny, protective slip on the inside –
the first thought when someone says the word.
The slip of your embrace resuscitates me with each step I take.
Pathways I have never walked feel like home –
And in my soul you are always my own.